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They felt like they were on fire.

I felt like I was about to burst into flames from head to foot. He took my squirming as encouragement and broke the deep kiss to start nibbling and licking his way over to my ear.

He bit my earlobe; a moan escaped my mouth, and I felt a tingling sensation spreading to my breast. The way he licked, bit, and breathed on the damp areas made the tension build up inside me until it felt unbearable. His kiss intensified, sending shivers down my spine, as I felt the bulge in his jeans growing more prominent.

Carefully, Max unraveled himself from the intertwined position we were in and moved a few inches away, supporting himself on his left arm while he leaned against the bed, with mestill on top, facing him. His expression turned serious when he placed his right hand on the edge of the towel. With excruciating slowness, he trailed his fingers along the towel’s hem, almost touching my chest.

I shuddered and threw my head back. I felt like my entire body was on high alert, hyper-aware of every little sensation. As he reached the knot I put in the towel, his fingers moved slower, trying to undo it. With a tug, he loosened it, baring all of me to his gaze. He sucked in air and each breath was accompanied by a sharp hitch.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered while he stroked the edges of my shoulders.

Wrapping his arms around me, he rolled me onto my back, then raised himself further on his left arm while he trailed his right fingertips down from my shoulder and then cupped my breast in his hand. His thumb started slowly circling my nipple, and I felt it harden instantly under his ministrations.

I gasped and arched my back, pressing myself against his hand. He took that opportunity to lean down and suckle the hard point, pulling firmly. I was so shocked, so aroused that I let out a tiny scream. My hands flew up and cradled his head against my breast, my fingers threading through his hair. He lifted his head enough to switch breasts, moving his hand to continue to torment the nipple he had just released, teasing and stroking it with his fingers. After working the second one similarly, making me writhe under him, he raised his head slightly and blew gently on my sensitized skin.

“You. Are. Mine.”

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Say it. I need to hear you say the words.”

I shuddered. “I am yours, Max. Always and forever.”

“Damn right you are.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Reaper

I stared in awe at her breasts, marveling at their softness, roundness, and flawless perfection. Swollen and dusky pink, her nipples reacted to my touch, bouncing with each excited breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered.

“Prove it.” She smirked as she arched her back, offering herself to me, and my stillness broke. I lunged towards her, wrapping her in my embrace and relishing in the acts of nuzzling, licking, and gently biting, then nursing firmly and intensely, as if to engulf the entire breast. I alternated between strokes, cups, and tickles, making sure to give attention to each delectable peak when my mouth wasn’t on it. With each passing second, her groans became more pronounced, and she writhed incessantly beneath me.

With one last strong pull on her right nipple, I started kissing and licking my way down from the center of her chest to her firm belly. Swirling my tongue in her navel, I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her joyful giggle.

God, I loved hearing her laugh.

It was like a balm to my soul.

I only paused for a second before resuming my determined progress southward. I savored the taste while I traced a path down her shaved mound. Without averting my gaze, I carefully lifted her left leg, bending her knee and guiding her leg out and down, exposing her bare pussy. Trailing my fingertips along her leg, I felt a shiver run through her when my hand reached hermound with a barely there touch. She shivered and instinctively arched her back, pressing against me.

Pausing briefly, I kept my hand still while I planted kisses and licks along her right leg, evoking moans and a tight grip on the blankets as I made my way to the heart of her body. My fingers slowly parted her outer folds, and I could feel the wetness of her arousal as my touch became more intimate.

She was dripping wet, gasping, and writhing in reaction to my caresses.

She was mine.

I paused for a moment at the delicate spot behind her knee, tasting her smooth skin and then exhaling gently on it, observing goose bumps appear when my fingers delved more forcefully, deeper into her intimate area. I tenderly nibbled on her thigh while slowly inserting my finger inside her.

Her back arched again, and a quiet, throaty moan escaped her lips.

Her hips unconsciously moved against me in rhythm with my strokes.

My tongue trailed downward, inching closer until I could feel the delicate texture of her exposed pink clit as I enveloped it with my mouth. Savoring the moment, I drank deeply, enjoying the feel of it against my tongue. I pushed deeper with my fingers, adding a second one, venturing into her scorching, slick passage.

Despite her initial shock, I persisted, teasing her clit with my tongue while maintaining a rhythmic motion with my fingers. Gradually, she started to respond by moving her hips in sync with my touch. Encouraged, I picked up the pace, sucking, licking, and stroking.

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